Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Not dead yet, and even up-dated.

I've been sick for a while but that's not going to kill me. I'll be back in a day or so.

Regards, Dag.

Up-date: I think I'm getting a bit better here, at least compared to Richard the Second.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills....

William Shakespeare, Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2.

All of which reminds me of the most obscure but really cool king of Scotland, Malcolm the Tenth. I have some song lyrics, partly in Latin, in desperate need of music, which maybe you can help with. Here goes:

I'm Malcolm X, I am,
Malcolm X, I am, I am;
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married IX times before;
And every one was a Malcolm, (Malcolm!)
Wouldn't settle for a Henry or a Charles.
I'm her IX old man, I'm Malcolm,
Malcolm X I am.

I'm Malcolm X, I am....